An Unfinished Conversation
by Sapphire Wicca
Summary: ron wants to ask hermione something but he keeps messing up.... a new dark arts professor is also there. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
1. Default Chapter

Author's note/Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters (except Professor Mallony and gobblesnaps) only the plot of this story (not of the story's before this one). This story is what might have happened if at the end of book 4, when Harry is taken to where Voldemort is and the potion is made etc. Harry ends up killing Voldemort and his still faithful followers…...   


Prologue: Harry, Hermione, and Ron are now in there 5th year at Hogwarts. In they're 4th year Harry killed Voldemort, ensuring that he would never come back to power. Of course that doesn't mean someone else might come to power……..   
  


Chap. 1   
  


Hermione hurried down the large hallway. It was only the first day of the term and she was already going to be late for a class. If only Ron hadn't wanted to talk to her. Well, a lot of good it would do her now. He hadn't even shown up.   
"What did he want to tell me?" She thought to herself. "It must have been important or else he wouldn't have asked me to meet him in the great hall, but maybe it wasn't. After all, he didn't even show up. Sent Harry to tell me he couldn't come. Harry wouldn't tell me what it was about either." She was not very happy at this. Harry had come and told her that Ron couldn't come and that she'd better hurry to class if she didn't want to be late. He wouldn't say why he couldn't come either, or what he wanted to talk to her about.   
Lost in thought she almost went past the transfiguration classroom. She hurried in the door hoping that Professor McGonagal would be in a good mood.   
" And what do we owe this honor to Miss Granger? Have you decided to join us at last?" Hermione couldn't miss the sarcasm in Professor McGonagal's voice.   
"I'm sorry, Professor. I got lost."   
" Well, be careful you don't get "lost" anymore." Professor McGonogal said with some amusement.   
"Yes, Professor. I won't." Hermione could hardly believe her luck. Professor McGonagal must be in a very good mood.   
"Oh, and that would be 5 points from Gryffindor." No such luck.   


Later…… 

"Gold snap" The fat lady swung revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.   
"Hey, Hermione. Where have you been?" Harry and Ron were sitting in front of the fireplace playing wizards chess.   
"In the library. I wanted to pick up some bedtime reading." She walked over to them and sat down. "Who's winning?"   
"Ron, of course," said Harry glumly. "Want to take over for me?"   
" No, thanks, I'll just watch." She wondered if she ought to ask Ron what he had wanted to talk to her about earlier. She had a feeling though that this wasn't the right time to bring it up.   
"Hey, guys. Want to have some fun?" Fred and George strolled over to where Ron, Harry, and Hermione were sitting. Even though they were in their 7th and last year at Hogwarts they were still the same fun, nutty, troublemakers.   
" What do you mean by 'fun'?" Ron knew better than to trust his two older brothers.   
"Oh, we were just thinking about going down to the kitchens to have some fun with the house elves…."   
" You really shouldn't be so mean to the house elves you know…" Hermione said somewhat under her breath.   
"Well are you coming our not?" The twins started to leave.   
"I think I'll go write a letter to Sirius. I haven't talked to him in a while"   
" Um, I think I'll just sit in here for a little while…." Ron kicked Hermione discreetly, and gave her a meaningful glance.   
" I think I'll stay here to" she said hurriedly. "I have some homework that I still need to do."   
"You have homework already?" the twins were incredulous.   
"It's extra credit" she stared challengingly at them.   
"Whatever. Sell you chaps later" and they left the common room. 

"Do you really have an extra credit assignment already, Hermione?" Ron questioned her.   
"No."   
" Um, do you want to go somewhere a little quieter so we can talk?" Ron glanced around the crowded noisy common room.   
"Sure." They left the room and casually walked down towards Hagrid's cottage. Both of them felt the slightly uncomfortable silence.   
"So, um, what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione casually asked.   
"I'm sorry I didn't meet you this morning," Ron said at the same time.   
"Oh, it's alright."   
" Um, ah, why don't we sit down over here, and talk" Ron motioned to a tree a few feet away."   
"Okay"   
There was a brief silence.   
"Uh, what I wanted to talk to you about…" Ron stuttered uncertainly.   
"Well, what was it?" Hermionce tried not to sound to annoyed and curious.   
"Uh, I was just going to ask…. Uh…what classes are you taking again this year?" To himself Ron thought, "Why did I just say that! She'll think I'm stupider than she already does! What is wrong with me! Why can't I just ask her?" He became so distracted with his thoughts that he almost missed her reply.   
"Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Study of Ancient Runes….You asked me that at breakfast. Have you already forgotten?" She sounded slightly suspicious.   
"Oh! Um, yeah. You know I have a terrible memory!" Ron turned slightly red.   
"Yeah." Hermione stared at him but didn't say anything else. She glanced at her watch. "We'd better get back to the common room soon. We'll get in trouble if we stay outside to much longer."   
"Yeah, I don't want to run into Filch or Mrs. Norris" They headed back toward the castle.   
  


The next morning Dumbledore rose and commanded everyone's attention.   
"As many of you know Professor Snape has kindly been filling in as our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher as well as remaining to be our Potions Master. He will however not have to continue with his kindness for we have found a new Defense against the Dark Arts Master…." The hall broke out in buzzing conversation at this. "May I continue?" The hall fell silent. " May I introduce Professor Mallony. I trust you will give her a warm welcome." A tall, thin woman stood up. She had flaming auburn hair and I long tired, but strict face. She surveyed the room glancing at everyone with an appraising stare. After a moment she sat.   
" Is that the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher? They must have been really desperate!" Ron stared Professor Mallony doubtfully.   
"For your information, they were desperate. And she happens to be very qualified." Hermione spoke somewhat coldly. " Haven't you ever heard of her? She's quite famous actually."   
" And how do you know so much about her, Miss Know-it-all?" Ron wondered to himself why she made him so angry.   
"If you had read the book that you were supposed to read over the summer maybe you would know." "Why did he have to be so aggravating?" Hermione shook her head angrily and hurried to get her books for her first class.   
  


"Have you asked her if she's still with Krum yet?" Harry looked at Ron. They were getting ready for bed.   
"Well, not exactly…" Ron turned a bright shade of red and looked at the floor.   
"What do you mean, 'not exactly'? Have you asked her or not?" Harry sounded exasperated.   
"Uh, no."   
"You haven't asked her yet?!" Harry stared incredulously at him. "How can you not have asked her?"   
"Ummm…." Ron gave him a sheepish look.   
"Promise me that you'll ask her tomorrow. I'll tell her to meet you in the great hall after breakfast. Be there." Harry gave Ron what he thought was a menacing look.   
"Okay, okay. Tomorrow after breakfast in the great hall."   
  


The next morning…. 

"He'd better show up this time," Hermione said to herself. She was waiting the great hall after breakfast. Harry had told her to meet Ron here this morning. She had been skeptical at first but Harry promised that Ron would show up this time. She glanced up from her thoughts to see Ron coming from one way and Draco Malfoy, sidekicks and all, coming from the other way. "This could be trouble," she thought worriedly.   
"Hey, Hermione. I was wondering if I could ask you something…" Ron looked at her questioningly.   
"Hey weasel. Talking to your girlfriend." Malfoy had arrived.   
"Hey flying ferret. Who let you out of your cage?"   
"Who you asking?" Malfoy glared at Ron.   
"Could both of you stop, please?" Hermione's plea went unheard.   
"You, or are you too stupid to understand English?" That was going a little too far. Nobody called Malfoy stupid and got away with it. Malfoy brought up his wand and raised it menacingly. Ron did the same. Luckily for both of them Professor Mallony came into the hall just then.   
"And what do you too think your doing?" Her voice was low and raspy.   
"Sorry, Professor Mallony." Both boys looked truly sorry.   
"You'd better be sorry, and all of you had better be getting to class, or you'll be late. And I don't think that lateness is well received here."   
"Yes, Professor." Malfoy went to potions, and Ron and Hermione left for Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.   
  


"Today we will be learnin' how to take care of Gobblesnaps. They're mighty inter'stin' creatures, but ya have to know the basics. Firs' of all, never feed them too much. They get bloated and pop. Secon' of all, never say mean things 'bout them to their faces. Thir' of all, always tell 'em that you love 'em. They eat worms. That's a right, worm. Big, grubby, slimy worms." Hagrid said that last sentence with some relish.   
"You mean we have to actually touch those things?" Justin Finch-Fletchley looked slightly nauseous at the mention of worms and the sight of the gobblesnaps. The Gobblesnaps were a murky brown color, long, fat, and had spikes coming out of its head. If it was green it might resemble a tomato worm.   
"Of course ya have to touch them. How else'd you feed 'em?" Hagrid stared at him unbelievingly.   
Justin muttered what could have been a "never mind" and left the subject alone.   
  


After Lunch Hermione had Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was very nervous because it would be her first class with Professor Mallony.   
"At least we don't have Snape anymore," she thought to herself as she walked into the classroom.   
"Good, you're all here." Professor Mallony glanced around the room. "Before we begin there are a few things you ought to know…."   
  
  
  
  
  
  


  
  
  



	2. An Unfinished Conversation. Chap.2

Author's note/ Disclaimer: Here it is folks. The second Chap. of my pathetic story. I'm not going to post a third chapter unless i get 5 reviews so PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE review. if u review my story i'll review something of yours. disclaimer is the same as last time- I don't own any of the characters except Professor Mallony and the gobblesnaps. etc. etc. etc. (anna and the king- _et_cetera _et_cetera _et_cetera) please excuse my strange humor.   


**_Chap. 2_**   


"Before we began, there is something you ought to know," Professor Mallony cleared her throat and surveyed the room. "I am a strict teacher, I am a fair teacher, I am not a very nice teacher and you do _not_ want to get on my bad side. Also, my job is to teach you how to _defend_ yourself against the Dark Arts. I will do that but _defending_ yourself is not easy. No, you must be very precise if you are _defending_ yourself in any situation concerning Dark Magic. The Dark Arts are very powerful. Oh, very powerful indeed and are _very_ hard to defend your self against, but you _must_ learn how, otherwise there will be absolutely _no_ hope for you. None whatsoever. Do you all understand me?" She stared challengingly at Hermione. "Girl, tell me your name."   
"Hermione professor." Hermione quivered under her Professors glare.   
"I don't suppose you have a last name now, do you?"   
" Granger, Professor. Hermione Granger."   
"Well, Miss Granger, do you know any _defense_ against the dark arts?" Professor Mallony raised one eyebrow.   
"I think so, Professor" Hermione glanced up at Professor Mallony meekly.   
"You _think_ so, do you. Don't you _know_ so?"   
"Well, we haven't exactly had very good Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, Professor, so I don't know whether what I've learned is valid or not." Hermione gained courage with every word.   
"_Very_ good answer. For a second I thought that you wouldn't recover." Professor Mallony gave a queer sort of laugh, if you could call it a laugh. With her low, raspy voice it was more like a cough.   
"Very good. Now shall we began our lesson for today? Yes, we shall..." the professor paused for a moment and ran her fingers through her long, fiery auburn hair. "Where to start, where to start.... Ah, yes. We shall start with some basic defense techniques. I assume that you all know how to disarm someone? Yes, Miss Granger, how do you?"   
_"Expelliarmus"_   
"Very good, Miss Granger, well done. Now you will learn how to expel a curse. Listen well, when an opposing wizard raises his wand you-" Whatyou do nobody found out because at that moment the door opened and Professor McGonagal entered.   
"Excuse me for interrupting, Julia, but I really must speak to Miss Granger." Professor McGonagal gave a distracted glance at Julia Mallony and turned her attention to Hermione." Can you come with me, Miss Granger. It's very important." Hermione looked questioningly at Professor Mallony. The latter nodded and Hermione left with Professor McGonagal.   
The two walked in silence until they reached the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagal gave a sharp rap on the door.   
"You may enter.." Dumbledore's voice echoed from behind the door. "Ah, yes. I'm glad you were able to make it. You may leave Professor." Dumbledore hardly even acknowledged Professor McGonagal's presence. "Miss Granger, I believe?"   
"Yes, sir." Hermione gave him a baffled stare.   
"I suppose you're wondering why you're here, aren't you?"   
"Yes, sir. Could you please tell me?"   
"Of course, of course. Sit down child." Hermione sat in a fuschia, overstuffed arm chair with a rather alarming thump. She glanced at it doubtfully. "Yes, I've been meaning to get a new chair for a while, but it is so hard for one to find the time to do such things, is it not." Dumbledore gave a hopeless sigh.   
Hermione not sure what to say to that just sat there, somewhat uncomfortably. Obviously Dumbledore didn't expect an answer.   
"Something very important has come up. Oh, yes, something very important. You are the one for this task I believe, yes, yes, I think you are." Dumbledore gave her a disconcerting, appraising glance. " I wasn't quite sure, but yes, you are the one."   
"Um, excuse me Professor," Hermione started, and continued after an acknowledging nod from Dumbledore, "But, if you wouldn't mind, could you please tell me what the, um, task is?" She looked at the maroon carpet and back up at Dumbledore's astute face.   
"Of course, child, of course, " He smiled kindly at her. "I'm not sure if you know yet, but there have been certain rumors, there is a new threat to the magical world." He paused and solemnly continued. " This threat is far worse than it seems, but you must realize that even the great wizard's are sometimes lacking in some logical methods. It was you, I believe who made it through Snape's enchantment guarding the Sorcerer's Stone?" Hermione nodded and blushed while he continued. "Yes, I thought so... Someone, no one knows whether it is a wizard, a witch, or a muggle has been causing trouble. Yes, unfortunately the key to finding out _who_ exactly it is needs logic. What's more is that it needs the simple reasoning of a child. Adults minds are too cluttered up for them to figure out anything. Why someone hasn't invented an unmindboggling potion or enchantment I don't know." At this last sentence Dumbledore shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh as if the world was hopeless.   
"If it's not a problem, Professor, would you please tell me what I have to do?" Hermione felt bad for asking but Dumbledore was starting to aggravate her a little bit.   
"My deepest apologies. How stupid of me." Dumbledore shook his head again." You must, for now at least, watch for any unusual signs, in our world, and perhaps more importantly in the Muggle world."   
"But, how? In the Muggle world.... I know my parents are Muggles but I really don't have--"   
"--much communication with the Muggle world." Dumbledore finished her sentence for her. "I know, that's why I'm going to give you this." He held out a small golden tube, shaped somewhat like a telescope.   
"What is it?" Hermione stared with wonder at the somewhat whimsical object.   
"Ah, that is the question, is it now?" Dumbledore smiled and continued, "It is a televiewer. Through it you can view parts of the Muggle world. The only catch is that you have to be slightly familiar with that part of the world... That's one of the reason's that I chose you, you lived in the Muggle world for a fair part of your life...."   
"I see, " Hermione didn't really see, but she felt that would be the best response. "Uh, how do you work it?"   
"I'm afraid, my dear girl, that you'll have to figure that out for yourself. I don't quite have time to explain it, " a loud, urgent knock sounded on office door, "As you can see, I have some urgent business to attend to. I trust you can find you're way back to your dorm?" He paused and glanced at her.   
"Of course, Professor." Hermione picked up the televiewer, rolled it around in her hands lost deep in thought. Then she snapped back to the present and started towards the door.   
"Just go to the great hall, supper time is about to began." Dumbledore called after her as she exited. Professor Mallony burst into his office as she left, and she could hear the murmur of voices behind her.'   
_"I wonder what urgent business Professor Mallony had with Dumbledore, and what just went on in there?"_ Hermione sighed to herself and shook her head with bafflement. She became so absorbed with her thoughts that she didn't even see Ron, until she bumped into her.   
"Oh, no! I'm so sorry! I honestly didn't see you!" Hermione gave an apologetic look at Ron, and picked up the televiewer.   
"It's okay, honest." Ron paused then gesturing at the telescope, "What's that?"   
"Oh! It's a televiewer. Dumbledore gave it to me. I'll tell you and Harry about it after supper." She gave Ron a friendly smile. "Are you on your way to the great hall now?"   
"Well, I can be. Actually I was coming to find you." Ron paused and grinned. " I was afraid you'd gotten lost or a troll had gotten you." Hermione smiled ruefully at this mention to their first year at Hogwarts.   
"That seems like such a long time ago, " She sounded almost wistful.   
"It does, doesn't it." Ron smiled at her and seemed to be about to say more, but they had arrived at the great hall. They walked in and sat next to Harry and the Weasly twins.   
"Hey, Hermione. Where've you been?" The twins and Harry looked up as she sat down.   
"In Dumbledore's office. I'll tell you all about it, later." Hermione stated this with a slightly secretive manner. No more was said for a long time because the food appeared, and everyone busied themselves with devouring the various delicacies.   
After dinner, everyone went to their respective common rooms. Harry, Ron, Hermione, George and Fred all sat themselves around the cozy fire.   
" So, Hermione, what did old Dumbledore want with you?" Fred asked the question which was on everyone's tongue.   
"Well, since he didn't ask me to keep it a secret, I guess that I can tell you." She paused, "Do any of you know of the new threat to our world?" everyone shook their heads no, "Well, I guess they've been trying to hush it up. The thing is, they don't know whether it's a muggle or a wizard..." she proceeded to tell them all of what Dumbledore had told her. She showed them the televiewer also.   
"That's a fine piece of work!" The twins gazed at the small golden tube with awe.   
"How do you make it work?" Harry looked up at Hermione.   
"I don't know! Dumbledore didn't have time to tell me. He said that I'd have to figure it out by myself. Mallony burst in when he was going to tell me." She looked around at her friend's faces.   
"What did Mallony want, I wonder." Ron's face had a look of extreme confusion. "Oh, well..." he shrugged and left it alone.   
"Fred and I'd better be off to bed, you too, Harry. Quidditch practice at 4 am tomorrow." George stood up and started to the dorm.   
"4 am!!! For once I'm glad that I'm not on the Quidditch team! " Ron stared unbelievingly at the three.   
"Yeah. See you all at breakfast." Fred, George, and Harry climbed the stairs to there dorms.   
"Um, Hermione, can I ask you something? " Ron glanced at Hermione with a slightly guilty manner.   
"Of course!" Hermione smiled at him.   
"Um.....areyoustillgoingoutwithKrum?" He said that so fast that Hermione had to ask him to repeat it. "Are you still, um,...you know, going out with Krum?" 


	3. An Unfinished conversation. Chap. 3

AN/ Disclaimer: it is the same as before. (I couldn't guess…) J.K. Rowling owns all the charcter's 'cept the *wonderful* Professor Mallony and the gobblesnaps. =) Thank u all who reviewed my story and said wonderful things. Hope that u like this chapter as well as the others!   
  
  
  


**_Chap. 3_**   


"Did I just hear you correctly?" Hermione stared at Ron. He had just asked her if she was still going out w/ Krum. Ron turned an alarming shade of red before stuttering out his answer.   
"Yes." He looked at her as if he really didn't want to know.   
"Why would you ask that?" Hermione gave him a puzzled look.   
"I was... I was..... curious!" Ron looked up innocently. Seeing that Hermione only gave him a skeptical look, he added, "well, are you???"   
"No." Her answer was so quick Ron almost jumped. She turned somewhat coldly. "Are you going to pry into my private life anymore, or are you finished."   
"Jeez, Hermione, I wasn't prying!" Ron seemed indignent. "Was I?" Hermione turned towards him and smiled warmly.   
"Of course you weren't. I just over reacted I guess..."she trailed off. "I'm just a little touchy on that subject..." she added apoligeticly.   
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it." Ron gave a sheepish smile. "_It is a big deal though... I wonder if something happened between her and Krum over the summer... I probably shouldn't ask her though, she seems to be a tad bit touchy.." _Ron was startled out of his train of thought.   
"No, you had every right to ask." Then as if reading his thoughts, "something happened, over the summer. I guess I'm not quite over it yet." she gave him a weak smile.   
"Would I be 'prying' too much if I asked what?" Ron gave her a mischievous grin.   
"No." She laughed.   
"Well, what happened?" Ron added since she gave no sign of continuing.   
"He wrote and told me, quote on quote, 'I'm sorry, Hermoine, but the distance is too far for us to have a relationship. Also, things just arn't working out. It's not you, it's me. No, there's no one else, that's not it. Let's just be friends.' " she frowned to herself as she repeated the words to Ron.   
"You do know, don't you, that what that's really saying is that he thinks that you are being difficult, he has met someone else that he likes better, and that he really doesn't ever want to talk to you again." Ron, trying to help, only recieved a glare from Hermione.   
"You don't say." She glared at him. "Then why was I so depressed over it all? I really wonder..."   
"Sorry." He _was_ sorry for repeating something she already knew, but she didn't have to be so sarcastic about it. Then the friendly Hermione returned.   
"No, I'm sorry. You were only trying to help." she gave him a tired smile. "We're both tired. We should go to bed." She rose and started towards the dorm, "I'm sick of aurguing and apologizing."   
"Ditto on all of it." Ron yawned and rose also. "G'night 'mione"   
" 'Night Ron."   
  
  


**_LATER:_**

Hermione lay awake some hours later. She kept replaying her converstation with Ron.   
_"I was SUCH a complete idiot. Why the heck did I tell him about Krum? I thought I wasn't going to let anyone know.... Oh why was I so grouchy...I need help.....I thought I was over Krum......but why did his name make me mad......because he's a git and hearing gits names always make me mad.......hearing Ron's name doesn't make me mad.......he's a git isn't he.......at least, he always used to be........he's really cute when he's embaressed......wonder why I never noticed that before.......what am I saying........yes, I really need help if I think that Ron is cute......oh, but he is really......really, really cute that is.......what is wrong with me???????????...he's really nice too.....nice, cute, funny, caring, loving........omigod!....do i like him?????....help....this can't be happening....anyways....how can I not be over Krum but like Ron????.....what if.....what if.....what if I'm just mad at Viktor and I am over him.........that makes more sense.........yeah.......that makes a lot of sense......but how the heck......how the heck can I like Ron????????......because he likes me........where did that just come from..........why would Ron like me?????......because you're pretty and smart and beautiful......whatever....Ron doesn't like me.....and I probably don't like him.....I'm just tired...."___

Not that very far away Ron lay awake, also thinking.   
_"So... she's not going out with Krum....I didn't ask her out though........why can't she just be over Krum already..... He's a git......at least she's admitted to that.......I could have told her that last year.......did actually.......wish she'd have believed me........well, at least she knows now.......better late than never......right?.....oh, why did she have to be such a fool over him....he made me so jealous.....not that I realized it then, but still......oh, god, shewas so preatty in dark room....the firelight glowing off her hair.....I love that hair......and when she was mad......I think I'm going overboard here......I need some help....I'll ask her out in a few days.....yeah, that'd be good.....Give it some time...I wonder......I wonder if she'll ever like me......."___

They both drifted off to sleep, unknowingly dreaming of each other.   


**_MEANWHILE:_**   


"Proffessor McGonagall, come in." Dumbledore stoped pacing his office to welcome McGonagall into the room. "At last, you're here!"   
"You wanted to talk with me, Albus.." She glanced expectently at his unreaveling face.   
"Yes." He paused and resumed his pacing. "It's about Mary Mallony."   
"Oh, no."   
"Oh, yes."   
"Then she's..."   
"These are only suspicions, Minerva, we can't jump to conclusions, but certin evidence says that she is the one we've been looking for."   
"But, Albus, why would she come here?"   
"That's what we need to find out."   
"How?" Proffesor McGonagall looked at his face searchingly.   
"Well, that's what we also need to find out..."   
"How many people have you told?"   
"You're the first to know. It'd probably be a good thing if you didn't tell anyone else. I don't want to raise unneccesary panic amoung the faculty or the students. We may still be wrong." He said the last part somewhat reluctently.   
"Wrong? Maybe." Mineva McGonagall was doubtful.   
"Who really knows?" He wiped his brow and gave a deep sigh. "Maybe it'll seem clearer in the morning."   
  
  


AN: okay, there it is. sorry it' s so short, I have a very bad case of writers block. I know this one is slightly stupid. Please tell me honestly what you think about it! also, PLLLLEEEAAAASSEEEE review. I love reviews! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah and Happy Kwanza and Happy whatever holidays I'm missing (I know there is one, but I can't remeber the name through my fogged up head.) oh yeah. And Happy New Year too. Hopefully we've all made it through this one (barely =P ). sry bout the rambling on. I'll stop now. don't forget to click on the review button down there!   



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